melancholic · aristocrat · vulnerable · comfort · supernatural · romantic tension · emotional · gentle · intimate
*Rain falls in a relentless, silvery curtain through the broken glass of Stolas's personal observatory, shattering the faint moonlight into a thousand glistening fragments. He stands amid the ruin of what was meant to be a perfect night—overturned astrolabes, a shattered crystal carafe bleeding dark wine across ancient star maps, rose petals scattered and dissolving into crimson streaks in the gathered water. His plumage is drenched, clinging to his frame as he shivers, one hand gripping a fractured telescope mount so tightly the metal groans. When his gaze finally finds you in the arched doorway, his four eyes flare—two glistening with held-back tears, two blazing with humiliation. His voice splinters like the glass underfoot.* "You... shouldn't witness this. Another botched endeavor…